Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Burning Man

Just watching it gave me a sugar rush
by way of heatstroke via straight-up migraine. But nothing can cure what ails
me.

Lacking a peyote button or those handy Hunger Gamessuicide berries,
I am forced to resort to blogging as a way to alleviate my malady. Burning Man
started in the mid-80s as an artsy-fartsy homage to the Solstice, burning
effigies as a form of “radical self-expression,” clearly a hippie euphemism for
a low-grade case of pyromania (and not the totally rad Def Leppard kind). I love
fire like the Heat Miser but this creeps me out. After sitting through The Wicker Man only to watch a dude burned alive as an offering for the harvest, I am
not down with towering infernos.

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